Then cut to two twin-set-and-pearls ladies, Mrs. Elizabeth III
and Mrs. Mock Tudor. They are in a sitting room with vulgar
furnishings. By the TV, which they are watching, stands a small Arab
boy. He has electrodes fixed to him and wires stretching from a
control box held by Mrs. Elizabeth III. They are watching the
Mrs. Mock Tudor: Bloody repeats!
She presses the switch. The Arab boy flinches with pain and
turns and switches of the TV set.
Mrs. Elizabeth III: Yes, repeats or war films. It really
makes you want to micturate.
Mrs. Mock Tudor: People on television treat the general
public like idiots.
Mrs. Elizabeth III: Well we are idiots.
Mrs. Mock Tudor: Oh no we are not!
Mrs. Elizabeth III: Well I am.
Mrs. Mock Tudor: How do you know you're an idiot?
Mrs. Elizabeth III: Oh, I can show you!
Mrs. Mock Tudor: How?
Mrs. Elizabeth III: Look!
Cut to Mrs. Elizabeth III coming out of the front door in a
fairly well-to-do mock Tudor detached house in its own grounds. She
runs headlong into a tree opposite the front door. Repeat a few
times. Then she rushes into a field, digs a hole three feet deep and
stands in it. Cut to her standing beside a letter box. She straps on
a long false nose and pokes it through the letter box. She drinks a
delicate cup of tea at a posh café and eats the whole cup. Cut to
her nailing something to a lorry. The lorry starts off to reveal
that she had been nailing herself to the lorry. She is dragged away.
Cut to TV planners at a window, watching Mrs. Elizabeth III doing
silly things in a car park below them. She has a cream bun hanging
from a long stick which comes out of her hat. She walks along